A Victorian Attic, Page 2 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin
A Victorian Attic, Page 2 Of 2
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Sometimes I wonder at the speed
The years have flown, so fast;
I miss my sister, taken young,
And our childhood in the past.
The dormer attic’s gone, alas;
The great old house is too,
With all its hidden treasures,
Where I played with Sister Sue.
Friday, June 10, 2011
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